FYI - Listener, Dan Smith

Hi, I’m a listener and I’m all ears

I’ve been spoke down to for years

With words designed to cause tears, but they don’t

Hey, I’m a whisperer and I soak in jeers

Been forced to face my fears

With accusations of wasted years, but I’ll float

Cuz hey, I’m a helpless dreamer with a gift to hear

And a curse to expose what’s going on here

Trapped against my will in a world that’s weird, with no hope

For real I am a listener and here’s a little FYI…

Manchild smashes the track with the passion of ten men

On some Wizard of Oz type telepathic magic as we blend in

Send trends packing, intercepted at the entrance

Descended from a long line of penitential strong minds

Designed for the long haul.

Surprised we got this far?

You paid dues?

Me too, I charged mine on my credit card

So if with every car that passes, you scream, «I Got To Have It»

Think of an honest face who contemplates throwing himself into traffic

And grab for the tangible, beyond average with your lives

Why?, it worked for me and mine, DS5, F.Y.I

Yo I’m out of my mind some say out of my kind

Blind to the beckon of the flesh during the grind

Blind to the hatred that I’ve stored up in my mind

Blind to the taste of cheap vinegar wine

Cuz I’m inclined share time, take a sip from the cup of Christ’s suffering

Sivion shines Lumens plus this beat’s Dusting them

Hustling souls for the Harvest like wheat

Those that were the coldest are now closest to the Heat

It’s all about intent son tell me what your aim is

Lost Step Deepspace 5 saying…

Bang this dangerous masterpiece

And let the crowd repeat the technique that I speak

I’m letting each come get a piece son of the least one

Expected to rock mics for the kingdom

You know how we done, hold your ear drum for ransom

take your soul like I’m Shang Tsung

For your inspiration prescribe this

Fine lyricists with the gab that’s gifted

Keep my hands lifted, through the sands sifted

Try to catch the phrase but you missed it

Yo, written and listed, deep in the ranks my data banks

Read thanks for providing the stretching of gas tanks

For the push talking to the bush that flamed He’s been the same

Since He pre-ordained the first thought I entertained

Before the ink stained sheets hanged

Drying in the mainframe of brain counting the rain

Let it be symbolic to frolic thru every bar

Drying in the sun ray, chasingone way

While gun play speech that some say reach, and inspire

I look to higher flows dipped in bleach

Still ill, still tripping in

Still skill, still with

Labklik

Still your reason for wanting to rap

Still the mc you wish would come back

Still making tapes.

Still digging thru crates

Still dissing wack MCs, still doing whatever it takes

Still spitting paragraphs with hidden meanings

And ill’s still dreaming, still a beat fiend and…

Still collecting information.

Still climbing constellations

Still in the lab, still coercing beat combinations

Still steady doing it for your inspiration

A-yo I stapled the Appalachian pattern

Made the maple leaf creep as she climbs the limb ladder

Carved a cavern out of chaos filled with little lanterns

Called it space and with my fingers traced my face across the fabric

The magic I had made inspired all that followed after

I’m God who scatters notes that resonate through starry rafters

I made the cripple skip around the block and back again

I made the dumb to whistle to the beat of his own adrenaline

My blood and body broke like bread to see you through

I did it just for you, I did it just for you

Well I question most thoughts that peruse my three pounds

Universe to stay molded with the shape I was called to hold

Sold with the highest dues paid

Cuz we chose to blessed with this curse in His name

So rebuild with the mic

His words give you what you need

And I’m a blood donor squeezing the pen until it bleeds

And I’m a soldier, repping everything I believe

Wear it on my sleeve and replace Fendi and Gucci

Deepspace 5, the point man holds 'em off

From the 5−1-8, Albany New York